GLEE for Four Voices.

APOLLO high! our souls inspire,
With Orphean melody and fire!
In soft, harmonious, soothing strains,
Assuage the lover's torturing pains.
Infuse, great God! a fav'rite son,
With sounds Calliope was won ;
Then may we offer at thy shrine,
Another Orpheus, still divine!

Whose charming tones shall music raise,
Far above all earthly praise.

GLEE for Four Voices.

AGAIN the balmy zephyr blows,

Fresh verdure decks the grove;

Each bird with vernal rapture glows,
And tunes his note to love.

Sad Philomel, ah! quit thy haunt,

Yon distant woods among ;
And, round my friendly grotto, chaunt
Thy sweetly plaintive song.

Ye gentle warblers, hither fly,

And shun the noon-tide heat;
My shrubs a cooling shade supply,
My groves a safe retreat.

J. DANBY.

J. DANBY.

CATCH for Three Voices.

Dr. CALLCOTT.

ALDIBORONTI Phoscophornio, where left you Chrononhotonthologos? Fatigued, within his tent, by the toils of war, on downy couch reposing; Rigdum Funidos watching near him, while the Prince is dozing.

CHORUS.

Aldiboronti, &c.

MADRIGAL for Four Voices.
Earl MORNINGTON.

And for Three Voices.

W. KNYVETT.

As it fell, upon a day,

In the merry month of May;

Sitting in a pleasant shade,

With a grove of myrtles made;

Beasts did leap, and birds did sing,
Trees did grow, and plants did spring;
Every thing did banish moan,
Save the nightingale alone :
She, (poor bird!) as all forlorn,
Lean'd her breast against a thorn;
And there sung the doleful'st ditty,
Which to hear it was great pity.
That to hear her thus complain,
Scarce could I from tears refrain;
For her griefs, so lovely shown,
Made me think upon my own.

Shakspeare.

GLEE for Four Voices.

S. WEBBE.

AROUND the festive board we social join,
Quaffing full draughts of mirth-inspiring wine ;
The toast goes round, and beauty's happy reign
Is here exalted, by each cheerful strain.
But what if beauty should with love conspire,
To treat with proud disdain our am'rous fire;
Dethrone the tyrants, and your freedom gain,
By fixing Bacchus evermore to reign.

GLEE for Four Voices.

L. ATTERBURY.-Gained a Prize, 1778.

ADIEU, ye streams! that smoothly flow,
Ye vernal airs! that softly blow;
Ye trees! by blooming spring array'd,
Ye birds! that warble thro' the shade.
Unhurt, from you my soul could fly,
Nor drop one tear, nor heave a sigh ;
But, forc'd from Celia's charms to part,
All joy deserts my drooping heart.

GLEE for Four Voices.

ALBION, thy sea-encircled isle,

With plenty shall for ever smile;
Kind Nature sheds her genial showers,
To raise thy fruits and paint thy flowers:
While all the graces of the spring,

Along thy cheerful vallies sing ;
What Nature yields, what arts command,
Is found in Britain's happy land.

Dr. COOKE.

GLEE for Three Voices.
W. HORSLEY, M.B.

AWAKE, fair maid! the silvan lyre,
Now fraught with love's poetic fire,

Floats on the zephyr's wings;
It waves the lillies o'er thy head,
It hovers round thy virgin bed,

Yet scarcely dares to sing.
The bosom of the ev'ning gale,
Which sheds its dew-drops o'er the vale,

Receives the am'rous strain;

Alas! that breeze how highly blest,
Shall nestle in thy snowy breast,

Whisp'ring a lover's pain.

MADRIGAL for Three Voices.

J. WILBYE.-1598.

AWAY, away! thou shalt not love me!

So shall my love seem greater,
And I shall love thee better.
Shall it be so? what say you ?
Nay, then I know you love me,
That so you may disprove me.

THE LAST WORDS OF HAYDN.

GLEE for Four Voices.

ALL my strength, alas! is gone,

HAYDN.

Old and weak I'm grown ;

Scarce can mirth, or sparkling wine,

Rouse my joys supine.

Rosy health, now fled, warms my cheeks no more!

Cold death summons at my door ;

Without dread I meet my guest,
Heav'n! O heav'n! be bless'd.

As a fine harmonious song,

Roll'd my course along.

Translated from the original German by J. Gompertz, Esq.